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i was scared. why did we have to meet like this on bad terms. my hands started to get clammy from the nervousness and i nearly stumbled on my way to my seat.

"darling, are you okay?" looking over my shoulder, a young handsome ass man, maybe around his early 20s held my shoulders. the heavy french accent that he had was definitely sexy, i must admit.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't just see me stumble." i let out a nervous laugh, my gaze averting itself elsewhere as i was embarrassed.

"don't look at something else darling, you're talking to me." the mysterious man held my chin and made me face him. his face structure was just perfect. his beautiful ocean blue eyes captivated me, putting me in a trance. the light stubble on his chin made him ten times more attractive and his black curls really complimented his eyes.

"you stare quite a lot don't you darling." a blush crept up to my cheeks. i turned away and went to walk away but he reached out to grasp onto my wrist.

"now now, we don't walk away from people who you're still talking to." the mysterious man stared into my eyes. who was this guy? he was extremely beautiful, how could he not be a model?

"i'm sorry, i completely stared again."

before i took a chance to make a conversation with him again, i saw the two couple walk down to their seats. how convenient that it had to be opposite me. i stared at tom as he gave one of his killer smiles to the girl next to him, helping her to her seat. i couldn't take my eyes off of them, something deep within my chest was aching and i felt like throwing up.

i couldn't look away from him. tom took a glance at me, his brown eyes widened at the sight in front of him. this was awkward, our first meeting and we weren't even on good terms.

'you look beautiful.'
is what i wished he had said to me.

i walked over to my seat whilst the handsome young man followed behind me with his hand lightly placed on my waist.

"are you okay? your knuckles are pure red." i jumped at the sound of his voice, i unclenched my hands and clasped them together on my lap.

"you already know my name, isn't it impolite to not introduce yourself?" he let out a laugh and held out his hand. "cyprian is the name darling."

cyprian.

"i shall remember it from now on." i smiled and shook his hand. he was about to utter another word, until the lights went off and the spotlights shone the runway.

models came in one by one constantly, the beautiful designs of the clothing were admiring. however, he couldn't stop catching my eye as he kept on staring at me. tom didn't look at the models once, his eyes were only on me and it was distracting. just why is he trying to catch my attention by doing these things.

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i was in the limo, on my way to the chanel after party. a part of me wants tom there, but the other wants him gone. the boy just wouldn't get out of my head during the whole show, did he forget that he had a date right next to him? i was feeling too overwhelmed for no reason, this day was meant to be a fun day, meeting multiple celebrities and role models.

"miss mendes, we're here." i looked outside the window, paparazzi were in front of the building and took multiple pictures as celebrities were coming out of their cars. the chauffeur opened the door for me and held my hand as i got out. i patted down my dress and proceeded to walk to the entrance whilst posing for the cameras at the same time.